The answer is like one slap after another. Shock, insult, then shock again as he realizes there are only so many ways she could know that with the kind of authority she used.

Gil eyeballs Neal, debating whether or not to ask what that was about. What Ainsley knows about Malcolm’s pet project that she isn’t sharing, beyond the obvious. He rubs his face.

“Go home,” he says. That’s directed at Neal and Malcolm. “Shouldn’t take the techs too long to get that girl’s phone unlocked. We’re waiting on the toxscreen but I’ll bet anything there’s rohypnol in her system. I’ll let you know if we turn anything up.”